Untouchable
09-24-2007, 07:08 AM
This is I story I wrote because my friend said so :P It was kind of a challenge, what I was supposed to do was write a story about railway tracks, in 500 words. And I succeeded ^^
Her life had been nothing but trouble, and as she looked back on it, she wondered why she didn’t do it. Back then. That day, thirty years ago. The wind rustled the leaves and her hair, – thick wavy brown locks - blowing it in front of her face. She brushed it away and stepped on the old iron tracks. The wood between the tracks was overgrown with weeds and other plants. The track itself was slightly rusty. The railway station, a couple of yards away, was deteriorated, but it still stood. It could be easily be renovated, no one bothered though.
She walked along the railway track, shuffling her feet, making light sounds. A shiver went down her back, due to the wind and the memories. She closed the black jacket that had first been hanging openly at her shoulders. Birds chirped happily, flying back and fro to their nests. They were so happy, unlike her. She was sad, deep down inside she had always been sad, even though she had been pretending all her life. She had been loved, and she had tried to love in return. Some things just weren’t meant to be. It all came back, the memories.
A seventeen year old girl, walking along the railway track. Her dress and her tick wavy brown hair flowed nicely in the wind. The sky was dark, but there was no rain, just as her face was dark, but there were no tears. Not anymore, it was as if she had cried them all in the last couple of days, and there were none left. Not a single tear, not ever again in her whole life. The life she wanted to be over now. The life she was going to end, and no one was going to stop her.
It seemed like hours she had been walking, when it were actually only minutes. Minutes slowly ticking by, making that short time seem so long, and so painful. The tunnel was dark, and the only light coming from it was at the other end. The end she would not reach. This was the tunnel in which it was all going to end. Where she was going to end it. The pain and the suffering. The blood and tears. Her life. Her miserable little life.
She lay down, in the middle of the tunnel, on the iron tracks. The metal was still hot from the last train rattling past. She closed her eyes, laying still, just waiting. Waiting for the next train to come by. Again the time went by so slowly, and what were still only minutes, seemed like hours.
And then it came. The sound of engines, metal scraping metal. Her heart protested, but her conscience told her to stay. Her heart was broken, but it couldn’t end like this. Not now, it would be mended, or so she thought. She rolled off, the train rattling past. And she was safe, in a split second.
That was her life.
Her life had been nothing but trouble, and as she looked back on it, she wondered why she didn’t do it. Back then. That day, thirty years ago. The wind rustled the leaves and her hair, – thick wavy brown locks - blowing it in front of her face. She brushed it away and stepped on the old iron tracks. The wood between the tracks was overgrown with weeds and other plants. The track itself was slightly rusty. The railway station, a couple of yards away, was deteriorated, but it still stood. It could be easily be renovated, no one bothered though.
She walked along the railway track, shuffling her feet, making light sounds. A shiver went down her back, due to the wind and the memories. She closed the black jacket that had first been hanging openly at her shoulders. Birds chirped happily, flying back and fro to their nests. They were so happy, unlike her. She was sad, deep down inside she had always been sad, even though she had been pretending all her life. She had been loved, and she had tried to love in return. Some things just weren’t meant to be. It all came back, the memories.
A seventeen year old girl, walking along the railway track. Her dress and her tick wavy brown hair flowed nicely in the wind. The sky was dark, but there was no rain, just as her face was dark, but there were no tears. Not anymore, it was as if she had cried them all in the last couple of days, and there were none left. Not a single tear, not ever again in her whole life. The life she wanted to be over now. The life she was going to end, and no one was going to stop her.
It seemed like hours she had been walking, when it were actually only minutes. Minutes slowly ticking by, making that short time seem so long, and so painful. The tunnel was dark, and the only light coming from it was at the other end. The end she would not reach. This was the tunnel in which it was all going to end. Where she was going to end it. The pain and the suffering. The blood and tears. Her life. Her miserable little life.
She lay down, in the middle of the tunnel, on the iron tracks. The metal was still hot from the last train rattling past. She closed her eyes, laying still, just waiting. Waiting for the next train to come by. Again the time went by so slowly, and what were still only minutes, seemed like hours.
And then it came. The sound of engines, metal scraping metal. Her heart protested, but her conscience told her to stay. Her heart was broken, but it couldn’t end like this. Not now, it would be mended, or so she thought. She rolled off, the train rattling past. And she was safe, in a split second.
That was her life.